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"Yes," said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him..."
"Delighted, Mr. Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the name, Dedalus Diggle."
Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.
"I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school."
Taking him to buy his things tomorrow.
"Hagrid!" said Harry loudly. "There's an owl
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.
"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is -- the thing is, I don't know how to --"
"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves --"
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."
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"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere -- I wonder, now - - yes, why not -- unusual combination -- holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry kept to his room, with his new owl for company. He had decided to call her Hedwig, a name he had found in A History of Magic. His school books were very interesting. He lay on his bed reading late into the night, Hedwig swooping in and out of the open window as she pleased. It was lucky that Aunt Petunia didn't come in to vacuum anymore, because Hedwig kept bringing back dead mice. Every night before he went to sleep, Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper he had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.？